LOGINThe stranger’s heart was drumming against my back as we stood by the window. I could feel his thick, hot cock still buried deep inside me, pulsing with the last bits of his release. My legs were shaking so much that if he wasn't holding my waist, I would have slid right down the glass. The cold window against my chest and his burning skin against my back made my head swim. I felt used, filled, and completely owned."Stay right there," he whispered, his voice dark and gravelly.He slowly pulled out of me. I felt the wet, heavy slide of him leaving my body, and I actually whimpered at the loss. I felt empty the moment he was gone. He turned me around so I was facing him. The moonlight hit his body, showing every muscle, every vein, and the messy evidence of our sex on his thighs. He looked like a predator who had finally caught his prey.He picked me up, my legs automatically wrapping around his waist, and carried me back to the bed. He didn't lay me down. He sat on the edge of the matt
I lay there on the silk sheets of Room 607, my chest still heaving. The ceiling was a blur of shadows, and the only light came from the glowing city outside the window. I could feel the weight of the stranger still resting between my legs. He hadn't pulled out yet. He stayed deep inside me, his heartbeat echoing against my own.For the first time in hours, the pain in my heart was gone. The image of my cheating boyfriend was fading away, replaced by the heat of this man. I felt heavy, warm, and finally, truly awake.The stranger lifted his head. His dark hair was messy, falling over his forehead. He looked at me with a look that wasn't just about sex. It was a look of admiration. He reached out and wiped a stray tear from my cheek with his large thumb."Are you okay, Lily?" he whispered. His voice was like a low vibration that made my skin tingle. "I know that was your first time. I didn't mean to be so rough, but you... you make it hard to be gentle."I smiled, a real smile that reac
My name is Lily. Tonight was supposed to be the most special night of my life. It was my boyfriend’s twenty-fourth birthday, and I had a gift for him that I had been saving for twenty years. I was a virgin. I had spent all day getting ready, wearing my best lace lingerie under a red silk coat. I wanted everything to be perfect.But when I got to his apartment, the door was slightly open. I heard laughing. I heard a woman’s voice—a voice that wasn't mine. I pushed the door open, and my world shattered. There he was, on the sofa, with his hands all over another girl. He didn't even look sorry.I ran. I didn't stop until I found a dark bar downtown. I sat at the back and started drinking. I drank until the room started to spin. I drank until I couldn't feel the hole in my heart anymore. The last thing I remember was a tall man with broad shoulders and a deep, kind voice helping me stand up."You don't belong here, sweetheart," he said.He took me to the hotel next door. Room 607.When we
The sky was starting to turn a soft, pale blue as we walked back into the house. My skin was still cool and tingling from the pool water, but my heart was beating fast. I looked at the clock in the kitchen. It was 5:30 AM. My parents would be driving back from the mountains soon. They would walk through the front door in just a few hours.I knew I should be scared. I knew I should be cleaning up and acting like the "good girl" they left behind on Friday. But I didn't feel like that girl anymore. I felt like a woman. I felt the weight of Marcus inside me, and all I wanted was to feel him one last time before the sun fully hit the floor."Maya, you need to rest," Marcus whispered. He was drying his chest with a towel, his muscles looking huge in the early morning light. "Your parents will be here soon. We have to be smart now."I walked up to him and wrapped my arms around his thick waist. I pressed my face against his warm skin. "I don't want to be smart, Marcus. I want to be yours. On
I didn't stay asleep for long. The house was too quiet, and my body was still buzzing from everything Marcus had done to me on my parents' bed. I looked over at him. He was sleeping like a king, his huge chest rising and falling slowly. The moonlight was coming through the window, making his muscles look like they were made of dark marble.I felt a new kind of hunger. The bed was great, but I wanted something more. I wanted to feel the cool air and the water. I leaned over and licked his ear."Marcus," I whispered. "Wake up. It’s too hot in here."He groaned and opened his eyes. A slow, wicked smile spread across his face when he saw me. "Maya, you’re going to be the death of me. Don't you ever get enough?""Not from you," I said. I stood up, completely naked, and walked toward the balcony. "Let’s go to the pool. I want to see you in the water."We crept back down the stairs and out the sliding glass doors. The backyard was beautiful. The pool was a deep, glowing blue, and the air was
I hopped down from the kitchen counter, my legs feeling like they were made of water. Every time I moved, I could feel Marcus’s warmth inside me, a thick and heavy reminder of what we had just done in the guest house. I quickly pulled my tiny white skirt back on, but I didn't bother with the pink top. I just wrapped Marcus’s big flannel shirt around my shoulders. It smelled like him, and it made me feel like I belonged to him."Stay close," Marcus whispered. He had his gym shorts back on, but his chest was still bare and glistening with sweat.We walked out into the cool night air. The grass felt soft under my feet as we hurried toward the main house. The big white mansion looked like a ghost in the moonlight. I had lived there my whole life, but tonight, it felt like a brand new world. It felt like a playground.I pulled out my keys and unlocked the back door. We stepped into the dark kitchen. The house was silent, but it was full of memories. Pictures of my parents were everywhere.
The basement was very quiet now. The only sound was the crackle of the candles and the heavy breathing of the Beast. Elara’s hands gripped the edge of the thick wooden table. Her knuckles were white. She looked up at Silas. He looked like a giant from the old stories, but he was real. He was made o
The village of Oakhaven was a quiet place. It was a place where people grew corn, milked cows, and went to bed early. For Lyra, it was a prison. Lyra was twenty years old, with long dark hair and eyes that always seemed to be looking at the distant mountains. While the other girls in the village ta
The sun was just starting to peek through the curtains of the bedroom. It was a warm, golden light that hit the big, soft bed where Dante and Elena slept. Today was a very special day. It was their anniversary. They had been married for five years, but to Dante, every day with Elena felt like
The next day in class was a nightmare. I sat in the front row, just like always. I watched Professor Elias talk about history, but I wasn't listening to his words. I was looking at his hands. I was thinking about those hands on my skin. I was thinking about the way he looked when he lost control.E







